Back, or so he says.So that's about it.
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Two HalosBaseball cards buzzed in wheel spokes, smoke from stolen cigarettes flyingTwo Halos
into their chests, spinning halos around their heads. They dropped bikes on scratched sides
and then raided the corner grocer for cheap tacos and soda. One leg pedaled harder
with a pocket full of quarters to shoot into coin slots at the mall arcade.
These things they did until one day one boy failed to race a train across the tracks, his timing off
like an ill-tossed skee-ball. His body and bike melded, meat and metal sculpted on the rails
along Los Angele
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Portable Roots The drain down the street from my house always flooded during summer rainstorms, while shafts of sunlight poked through the clouds. I used to wade barefoot in the gutter, warm water sloshing around my ankles. Of course, that was residential Tulsa, Oklahoma, and the closest we came to having indigenous aquatic life were the little frogs I caught by the drain. They could have been toads but as a young boy I was more interested in the breadth of spontaneous discovery than in the tedium of remembering how a frog and toad differed.Portable Roots
I spent nine years i
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FluctuationsPast (perfect) present (tense) snow falls,Fluctuations
falls aghast— it’s now defected in a sense. Circumvent
the vaunts— false intents cast, electing foes:
those indecent horrific jaws gnash; they tense
since eating crow acts on reason and calls to correct
defects condensed, walled row by row by precedents— trash.
Fall perfectly past voices tense; bow out, President.
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Big SurBig Sur (big sur) 1. The hairpin curvature of California’s crooked spine, south of Monterey. 2. Home to the Lone Cypress, which has pondered suicide for two hundred years, feet clutching bare rock as lace unravels below in fury. 3. Where cars ladle into bowls of gray, gray fog in December, all sound distorted as if the ocean had leapt out of its bounds to follow the mountains toward the moon. 4. The state of mind achieved through meditation. 5. “That same prehistoric look. The look of always.” —Henry Miller. 6. Young, green mountains whose songs are translatedBig Sur
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- Current Residence: Mankato, MN
- Interests: Writing, reading...probably the same stuff you do...
- Favourite band or musician: Right now? Dredg
- Favourite poet or writer: Richard Hugo
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite game: College..
- Personal Quote: If there is a fatal notion on this earth, it's the notion that wider horizons will be fatal.
- Tools of the Trade: Two fingers and a pen.
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satan was there.
satan was real to me.
and satan called himself god.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
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